Home alone

Tanya stretches out across the bed, no one else in the house, not a thing to do. A lazy hand wanders down, finds heat and wet already waiting. She lets out a slow sigh, grabs the double-headed toy from the nightstand, and brings the smooth tip between her legs. Blonde hair spills over the pillow as she rocks her hips forward, taking the first inch. A deeper moan slips out. She bites her lip, slides a little more, watching the shaft disappear. Her free hand squeezes one breast, thumb brushing the stiff nipple. The rhythm builds, steady, sure. Every stroke drags heat through her belly. Blonde lashes flutter. Her other hand clutches the sheets. She works the toy in and out, faster now, wet sounds filling the quiet room. Hips lift, fall, grind. The second head brushes her clit on every pass. Pleasure tightens, coils, bursts. She arches hard, voice breaking, thighs shaking, blonde hair stuck to her damp skin. Nothing left but the throb between her legs and the toy still nestled inside.